The last time I saw you
was very terrible.
I knew it was the last time I saw you,
but I couldn't speak.
I wanted to tell you so much,
but it never came to it.
Now you're gone,
and nobody understands my grieve.
They say you were just a football player,
but you meant much more then that to me.
We were kind of friends.
We could talk about everything to eachother.
The first time I saw you,
I just felt something I never felt before.
Always when I saw you,
you came to say something to me.
When you smiled at me...,
I just sent me spinning!
now you aren't here enymore...
And you don't know how terrible I feel!
Even my friends don't understand it!
It's just too hard to bring it under words.
Now, when I mention his name, they say
"He doesn't play here enymore, so why do you keep talking about him? Just let him go!"
But THAT is just the thing!
I can't forget him,
and to be honest,
I don't want to let him go!!
He promised me to come back some day,
to say hello to me and some others,
so every day that pass, I am waiting for his visit.
Although I think he said that to me,
just to comfort me...
I desire to see him again,
to talk to him, like we jused to day every day,
to see his magical smile,
and his deep dark eyes where you could drown in!
The stadion of Genk was never that quiet, like it is now,
because you aren’t here enymore.
This poem is dedicated to josip skoko, who used to play for krc genk.
Josip, I miss you very much!
Normally I never write poems, but this is kind of a exception... I hope my first poem succeed a little bit...